April 12, 2002 - 1:33 p.m.
Zachary kicked me out of his room today.
Every afternoon he has a scheduled "quiet time." Sometimes he naps, sometimes he looks at books or plays quietly. But our routine has always included a little time at first with Momma reading to him.
Today we finished lunch and went upstairs. Zachary chose Horton Hears a Hoo off his bookshelf and carried it into bed with him. I sat down beside him to read, but he shook his head and gave me a little push.
"Momma," he smiled, "go downstairs."
I was a little baffled, but he pointed to the door (still grinning) and proceeded to turn pages in his book. OK, I thought, but I expected him to be calling for me before I was down the hall.
He didn't. Now he's curled up with his blankie and his Pooh Bear, asleep.
I'm not sure how to feel about this...
